I was hopelessly bound and completely at her mercy.“Now I think I will go get myself fixed up a bit,” she said and disappeared into the bathroom.W...en she emerged she had made herself up by putting on thick make up, lipstick, eye shadow. Her eyelashes were thick with mascara and she reeked of perfume. She was wearing a black bra and matching panties that her fat tummy hung over partially obscuring the panties. In short she looked like a fat nasty prostitute. This, of course, made my dick. I knew there was no holding her back, so I gave her the go-ahead.I walked into work and looked around for Kyle. I knew whatever he wanted would be something that I would have to do. I had gone through every scenario. Kyle knew where I lived. He knew every social media account I had. He knew where I worked, the car I drove. He knew everything there was about me. Apart from leaving the state and starting over again, there was no way to get out of it."Are you okay, Cooper?" Anderson asked as I sat. “We’d get in trouble I suppose.”“Mm, yes you would. I guess you guys do it because you can’t get a girl?”“Fuck you, Tammy. I can get any girl I want.”I giggled. “Sure, you can, Brad.”I put the mug down in the sink. It was time to show him who was the boss.I walked up behind him and put my hands on his shoulders which I began to massage gently as I leaned in and whispered in his ear. “I bet you jerk off often, using those photos to get nice and hard.”My lips touched his ear and I felt him. "We have intercepted numerous coded messages that are consistent with the communication methods used by the Russians during their inexplicable foray into Afghanistan in the eighties. That these codes would fall into al Qaeda hands makes perfect sense, since Russia abandoned their war on short notice and left enormous amounts of equipment and intelligence behind."The truly troubling fact is that there seems to be an inside mole that kept them apprised of your movements, up until you unexpectedly.